Smells like you

Honey it smells like you and I stop in my tracks
Blink hard and try to see where I am
Breathe in deep and go looking for the smell
That stopped my heart oh I know I'm going to hell

But the only thing I still like about you is your perfume
When it smells like you I think of all that you'd do
Your pretty eyes and the way they'd look into mine
Lunch, sweet kissing and glasses of wine

I see you and I feel just about nothing
But if it smells like you I know I'm in trouble

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